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http://lovestoriesandromance.com/next-naked-part-2/#commentsSun, 02 Feb 2014 01:58:15 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=402This free preview of my contemporary, new adult romance novel, will only be up on this website for a limited time. It tells the story of Kylie Morris, a professional violist with an anxious disposition, who winds up working at an Lust Media, an adult publishing company. NEXT TO NAKED Part One is here. And […]

]]>This free preview of my contemporary, new adult romance novel, will only be up on this website for a limited time. It tells the story of Kylie Morris, a professional violist with an anxious disposition, who winds up working at an Lust Media, an adult publishing company.

NEXT TO NAKED

Last night she’d been too depressed to take off her, but now she felt hot and confined by her concert attire and sexy undergarments. Her clothes were supposed to have been torn off by an older, hot conductor in a fit of ecstasy, but that idea had been completely shot to shit. Without getting out of bed, she pulled off her clothes and tossed them into a crumpled heap on her bedroom floor. Last night had been such a disappointment. Apparently maestro’s passions came as quick as his temper. Maybe it was flattering in a way, but really is just felt totally lame. Of course, Jeff, the hottest guy in the symphony walked in them. Of all nights for him to leave his car keys in the rehearsal room, it had to be the night of the most embarrassing disaster of her life.

Kylie rolled over in bed and thought about how a normal person would be concerned about her future. A normal person should be worried about what people would think, but every time her mind went down that path she just got sleepy. Besides, she’d never been normal anyway.

Kylie’s parents had noticed that she was different from other kids when she learned to read at a young age. Her folks had enjoyed her oddity then. But in the third grade, when Kylie had developed an obsession with the things she saw on the local news, her lack of normal-ness became a problem that needed to be fixed.

Kylie had somehow became convinced that she would be a victim of the crimes and disasters she saw on the news and had decided she should be prepared. Preparation had involved the avoidance of select individuals and carrying several items with her at all times. She avoided most grown-ups, especially those who wore expensive-looking suits (men in expensive suits seem to be around a lot when bad things happened on the news). She also carried around with her a sharpened pencil to use as a weapon (her parents had taken away the steak knife). Her safety kit was completed with a small, inflatable, pool pillow. The pool pillow was to be used as a flotation device in case of flash floods, water landings (a phrase she had picked up when she took a trip to see Aunt Marie), and accidental ocean, pool or bathtub drownings. It also came in handy for spontaneous naps.

It was very distressing to her parents, but her reasoning had made perfect sense to young Kylie. She knew that local meant “close by”, and “the news” was a TV show that told people what really happened—not pretend stuff like on other shows. She had noticed that a lot of the same things kept happening over and over again except the places and people changed. So to Kylie, it was just a matter of time before she was one of those people that bad things happened to. Her parents disagreed and took her to see psychologists, many of whom wore expensive looking suits, which completely freaked Kylie out and made her weirdness seem even more unstable.

After a flurry of tests, her psychologist had reported that little Kylie had the IQ of a genius and that her headaches, nervousness, and gloomy outlook might be early signs of a mental illness. Several different types of mental illnesses had been mentioned by random adults, but Kylie’s kid mind had latched onto the phrase ‘borderline personality disorder.’ It sounded very grown-up, and she imagined that it made her a very important person undergoing something incredibly dramatic—something that might be mentioned on the news.

During that time of being carted off to doctor after doctor, Kylie heard her mom playing the Madonna song, Borderline. Kylie loved it, adopted it as her personal anthem, and decided it was worth it to regularly meet her psychologist to talk to him about being “borderline” even if he did wear an expensive suit. She simply packed an extra sharp pencil, and was careful to keep it away from the inflatable pillow, when she went to his office.

The sessions didn’t last long. Once Kylie’s psychologist started digging into the Morris family home life to see if it was the source of some of Kylie’s problems, her parents forgot the mental illness half of the doctor’s diagnosis and focused on the more brag-worthy genius half. That’s when the music lessons had started, and her parents had gotten rid of all of the television sets in the house.
Even without TV, young Kylie found it strange that everyone else was so sure that nothing bad would happen to them. Didn’t they notice that bad stuff happened to people all the time? Even now, at the age of 23, Kylie wondered what made everybody seem so sure they would be okay. Did she lack positive thinking or were they all just in denial?

She glanced at her viola case propped in the corner of her bedroom. It had been a year since she graduated from the music conservatory. Like her teachers and parents had hoped, she’d gotten a great seat in a reputable orchestra. She should be happy, but she didn’t feel much of anything. It was why the affair had seemed like a good idea. She let out a sigh and looked around her bedroom.

She had cleaned the entire apartment in case they ended up here last night. Now, all the elaborate preparations, from the candles to the high thread count sheets, amplified the depressing state of her life. She rolled over again and stared at the clock on her nightstand. It was 2:25 in the afternoon. She should be rushing to shower and get dressed for rehearsal, but she just couldn’t muscle up the energy to even want to get out of bed.

Someone knocked on the door. Her need to please whoever it was trumped her depression, and she reluctantly got out of bed.

“One minute!” she called out trying to not sound depressed as she pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and headed for the door. She checked the peephole to make sure it wasn’t anyone from the orchestra and saw that it was Anna, her neighbor from down the hall. She quickly opened the door.
“Hey Anna,” Kylie said, and then immediately realized something was up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Joe,” her friend answered, “again.”

It turned out that Anna’s ex-husband was supposed to pick up their daughter from kindergarten, but he texted at the last minute that he couldn’t. He was always bailing at the last minute. Anna’s kid was probably already standing out in front of the school waiting, and Anna was frantic. She needed to get her daughter over to her Mom’s house and then dash off to work.

“Can I borrow your car one more time?” Anna asked.

Kylie knew that if she went to rehearsal the odds were that she would keep her job, and everything would be back to normal after the gossip died down. She also knew that if she skipped another rehearsal, she would definitely be fired. Bob was strict and likely to be even stricter now that the romance rumors had been confirmed by last night’s disaster. Kylie didn’t feel any urgency about saving her job, but she totally felt for her friend in need.

In that moment, Kylie realized how amazingly simple it was to light the fuse on the bomb that would blow up her entire, carefully-planned life. She felt a twinge of panic thinking about how her parents would be disappointed, but she was so numb and exhausted she couldn’t really muster the energy to rachet up her usual amount of fear. Something was wrong with her life. She needed a change, and all she had to do was hand over her keys, and the fuse would be lit. So she did, and instead of contemplating the reasoning behind her life-changing decision, preparing for her new future, or trying to salvage her old life, she went back to bed.

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http://lovestoriesandromance.com/next-naked-new-adult/#commentsSat, 01 Feb 2014 02:52:20 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=393My new adult contemporary romance, LUSTED has just been released! Here’s a free sneak peek right now–actually even more than a peek. Warning: Adult themes, explicit sexual content. Not meant for readers under the age of 18. What’s it about? When Kylie Morris loses her job as a violist in a respected symphony, she is […]

]]>My new adult contemporary romance, LUSTED has just been released! Here’s a free sneak peek right now–actually even more than a peek.

Warning: Adult themes, explicit sexual content. Not meant for readers under the age of 18.

What’s it about?

When Kylie Morris loses her job as a violist in a respected symphony, she is forced to move back home with her parents. After a somewhat crazy job interview, Kylie finds herself with a job at Stripped, an adult publishing company. Her parents would kill her if they found out, but she tells herself it’s only temporary. Except working next to naked people proves to be very exciting, and then there is her strange need to please her dominant boss, Benjamin. Will she be able to go back to her normal respectable life, or will she find herself “Stripped” of all her inhibitions?

Next to Naked (Part One)

Kylie waited in her parked Honda and gripped the steering wheel to keep her hands from shaking. Her heart pounded so hard she could almost feel it in the back of her throat.

The concert had ended around 10 o’clock as usual, and she knew the cleanup and tech crews wouldn’t break down the stage until the next morning. When she’d whispered into Maestro Barrett’s ear to wait for her in the rehearsal room, he’d actually gasped with excitement. At the time, it made her feel powerful and alluring, but she didn’t feel that way now. The adrenaline of the fantasy had given way to the anxiety of reality. Was this the kind of impulsive thing that put her on the path to being a crazy person? Would she end up like that astronaut woman who drove across the country wearing a diaper over a work romance? Kylie tried to calm herself. Surely, there had to be several steps between bold suggestion and adult undergarments on the path to Crazy Town.

Beside, the excitement of a possible romance had livened up her life for the last few months. It always made her feel guilty to think that there were hundreds if not thousands of other people who would kill to be principal violist in a world-class symphony, and she was just going through the motions. If Kylie was honest about her study of the viola, she knew she played to make her parents happy and impress people, but that wasn’t the same as having a passion for music. She pushed her uncomfortable self-examination out of her mind and focused her thoughts on the hot conductor. He was either waiting for her or he wasn’t. He didn’t look like he would change his mind, but then again, she’d never done anything like this before so she had no point of reference. Now that the parking lot looked clear, it was time to find out.

She got out of the car and put her viola in her trunk. It was a cool night, and the parking lot was reasonably secure. Normally, she would never leave her most expensive possession in her trunk unattended, but she told herself it was insured, and that she needed to be bolder and take more risks anyhow.

As her high heels clicked against the asphalt of the parking lot, she could feel her anxiety grow. When she’d put on the slinky lingerie and stockings under her concert black dress, she’d felt sexy, but now she wondered if she just looked desperate and ridiculous. She told herself to stop being negative and that it was too late to turn back.

She entered the backstage rehearsal room and saw him at the piano. His tall, lean body looked fantastic in his tuxedo. His bow tie was undone and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. Kylie always found men in slightly undone tuxedos extra sexy. That was one of the perks of being a classical musician—her life had a higher number of men in tuxedos than someone who worked in an office or meat packing plant or what not. She filed that thought in her brain under ‘job pro.’ It might come in handy with some life decisions she figured she should probably be making soon.

When the door click closed behind her, he turned from the piano and looked up. His eyes filled with lust, and his mouth open slightly with surprise. Despite feeling a little self conscious, she screwed up her courage and returned his gaze. Without taking her eyes off of him, she walked toward him as she unbuttoned her black, silk blouse revealing her ample breasts clad in a black, lacy bra. Kylie’s long, dark hair fell onto her nearly bare shoulders. She let the shirt drop to the floor. She had rehearsed in this room with the rest of the orchestra for the last year, and it felt so naughty to be partially undressed in what felt like a very public space.

This moment was just like her fantasies. She imagined him commanding her with that firm tone he used when yelling at a tardy percussionist. Her humdrum reality slipped away as her excitement grew. The thought of him treating her like a sexy slut cut through her ennui and excited her as she crossed the room. She wanted him to make her beg for it. She wanted to be tortured on the verge of release and held in his power. She wanted the kind of passionate affair that she’d seen in movies, but had never seen in real life.

When she reached him at the piano, the commanding presence that he possessed as a conductor totally disappeared. Instead he acted like a frightened schoolboy forced to speak at a morning assembly. She told herself not to hold it against him. She was nervous, too.

“Robert,” she whispered into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer, and she felt his erection press against her. This was more like it. But then he pulled away, and tapped her on her nose.

“Bob,” he corrected as he wagged his finger in her face. Nobody called him Bob–except him. The symphony marketing team even refused to print it in the program. Robert, which was his name prior to moving to the United States from Belgium five years ago, just sounded so much more like the name of a conductor instead of Bob. Maybe during the waterbed era of the late 70s and early 80s the Bobs of the world were flying high, but not these days.

She ignored his correction and ran her hand down his chest. He gasped out her name. She felt her tinge of annoyance fade, and the sexy feelings started to grow again. He put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were cold, but it was still exciting.

He started to kiss her neck, but he did this weird lick thing with his tongue. She moved his head lower, and guided him toward her breasts. He eagerly grabbed them. It tickled a little, but felt mostly good. She imagined him grabbing her hair and kissing her roughly. Maybe if she took off her bra it would entice him to be more aggressive.

She undid her bra. She tried to be sexy about it, but she had to maneuver around him to take it off fully. She had hoped that he would be more “take charge” than this, but she decided to tell herself that it was flattering how he seemed so befuddled in the presence of her partial nudity. She tried to set the tone by talking dirty.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked in an attempt to be bold and sexy, which hit the mark a little too hard.

“Ahhh!” he grunted out, but before Kylie could fully register that Maestro Bob had finished his performance early, she heard the telltale click of the rehearsal room door. Somebody had just walked in on them.

]]>http://lovestoriesandromance.com/next-naked-new-adult/feed/0The Intern and Her New Boss (An erotic love story)http://lovestoriesandromance.com/erotic-love-story/
http://lovestoriesandromance.com/erotic-love-story/#commentsSat, 12 Oct 2013 20:03:46 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=344Warning: The erotic love stories found on this site, like the one below, are for readers 18 and over. Find out what happens when sweet Sandy gets friendly with her boss on the second day of her new internship. * * * She couldn’t believe the way she was acting. Sure she was attracted to […]

]]>Warning: The erotic love stories found on this site, like the one below, are for readers 18 and over. Find out what happens when sweet Sandy gets friendly with her boss on the second day of her new internship.

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She couldn’t believe the way she was acting. Sure she was attracted to him, but this wasn’t like her normal behavior at all. What if someone came into his office and found her sitting in his lap? Before she could think enough to come to her senses, he pulled her closer and kissed her again. She couldn’t resist those kisses. There was something about her boss that made her lose all rational thought.

She felt his hand reach under her dress. She didn’t tell him to stop even though she knew she should. Her thighs instinctually locked together. His hand stopped, and so did his kisses.

“Open your legs for me, Sandy,” he commanded.

She stared at him and hesitated. This wasn’t how a nice responsible girl acted on her first college internship.

“Sally,” he said again. The authority in his voice was so thick she couldn’t help but obey. She spread her legs, although just a little bit. “Good girl,” he cooed as his hand slid up her leg and between her thighs forcing them to open wider.

She gasped slightly as his finger slipped around her panties and rubbed her hot slit ever so gently. When he began to stroke her harder, she started to squirm, but he plunged his thick finger deep inside her before she could pull away. It hurt a little at first, but then, the more he pumped it in and out of her, the more wet and excited she became. A moan escaped her throat.

“Very good girl,” he said. He leaned in and kissed her deeply again as his strong hand continued to work her over. Within minutes, her entire body started to tense. Her insides clenched with mounting arousal. He pulled his lips away from hers and stared right into her eyes. Embarrassed, she tried to turn away.

“Look at me, Sandy,” he said. “I want to see you when you come.”

Unable to not do as she was told, she shyly turned toward him, but when her eyes met his, the intensity of his gaze made it impossible for her to turn away.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as her body lurched toward a climax. She reached for his desk to steady herself, and her other hand clutched at his strong shoulder.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he told her and her entire body responded to his command. Her legs shook as she rode the waves of pleasure until her body fell limp, and she was dizzy. Her head dropped against his chest, and he held her in his arms.

“Mr. Jeffries,” she sighed out without thinking She couldn’t believe what had happened, and she was confused and delirious from her orgasm. She heard the low rumble of his laugh as she rested on his chest.

“After that, my sweet Sandy, you can call me Bob.”

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Do you think the story should continue? Leave me a comment, if you’d like to hear more about Sandy and Bob, or if there are other types of stories that you’d like to read. Also, you can join my newsletter, and become a VIP reader. VIP readers receive all my stories direct in their inbox as well as special offers and sneak previews of my novels. The only catch is, you need to be 18 or over to sign-up.

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http://lovestoriesandromance.com/erotic-romance-novel/#commentsSat, 03 Aug 2013 02:30:14 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=309It looks like the hot love stories are the most popular stories on this site, and this new one will definitely get you going. Sexy things happen in elevators all the time. A straight-laced accountant meets a mysterious cowboy in Vegas at a poker table, but there’s something more exciting then just their winning. Millionaire […]

]]>It looks like the hot love stories are the most popular stories on this site, and this new one will definitely get you going. Sexy things happen in elevators all the time. A straight-laced accountant meets a mysterious cowboy in Vegas at a poker table, but there’s something more exciting then just their winning.

Millionaire Cowboy

They entered the elevator, and he swiped his keycard to allow access to the floor of his suite. The second the doors shut his desire overwhelmed his thoughts, and he pinned her against the elevator wall with her hands above her head and kissed her again. She moaned loudly into his mouth and arched her body up to meet his. He let his kisses travel down her neck and whispered into her ear.
“Do you like me holding you down, sweetheart? Does it make it you wet?”

She let out a sexy little whine in response. Fuck yeah. He pushed her hands together so he could hold them with just one hand while he looked into her sweet, green eyes. He wanted to see his effect on her, and he wasn’t disappointed. She writhed sexily under his restraint, and despite her slight embarrassment, she didn’t turn her eyes away from his. He plunged his hand down the front of her jeans and straight into her panties. She started to struggle and reflexively tried to close her legs, but he easily stopped her. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her. He watched her eyes close and mouth open as he did it. Fuck she looked hot, and she was so wet. He rewarded her with a gentle rub to her clit. She exhaled a soft, high-pitched little squeak of shocked pleasure. It was the fucking sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just take what I give you,” he said. He felt her get even more wet. The elevator slowed, and he quickly pulled his hand out of her pants and released her before the doors dinged opened. He put his arm around her waist to give her support. He could hear her heavy breathing and feel that she was unsteady on her feet. He could even smell her sweet arousal. He smiled to himself. If that had her this hot and bothered, she was going to love what he did to her next.

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Above is actually a steamy scene from my debut, erotic romance novel, Millionaire Cowboy. When Emily meets Cal at a low-stakes poker table in Vegas, she’s surprised at just how far she goes with this tall, dark, and sexy stranger in just one night. But after she realizes he’s both rich and sexy, she’s sure it can never be more than a one-night stand or could it? Stay tuned for the book.

Thanks for reading. Love, Pia Sparks

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]]>http://lovestoriesandromance.com/erotic-romance-novel/feed/0Diana’s First Kiss (Cute love story)http://lovestoriesandromance.com/cute-love-stories/
http://lovestoriesandromance.com/cute-love-stories/#commentsMon, 15 Jul 2013 13:51:49 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=293Diana is going out on her third date with Josh. She’s hoping tonight will be the night–the night of her first kiss. How can she let Josh know to kiss her? If he does, will it be what she’d hoped? Read this cute love story and find out. This is the second “First Kiss” story. […]

]]>Diana is going out on her third date with Josh. She’s hoping tonight will be the night–the night of her first kiss. How can she let Josh know to kiss her? If he does, will it be what she’d hoped? Read this cute love story and find out.

This is the second “First Kiss” story. This is the “sweet” one. The other is a sexy first kiss between co-workers. You can read that one here.

Diana’s First Kiss

Diana walked to her front door hoping that no one in her family would come outside and wait for her on the porch. She let her shoulder and right arm brush up against Josh and hoped he would take the hint. It worked. He took her hand in his. He only ventured a quick, nervous glance in her direction afterward to see if it was okay, but she was ready. She made sure to flash him a beaming smile and squeeze his hand to let her know that she was happy with the turn of events. He needed to make the first move, but she wanted be sure he had as many indicators as possible that she was open to it. This was her third date with Josh, and she wanted this kiss to happen like yesterday, but every time it came close he’d shied away.

Please. Please. Please kiss me tonight.

When they reached the front door of her house, she turned and looked up at him. She fought the urge to scream “kiss me” and instead she thanked him for another lovely date.

“So maybe we could go out again next weekend?” he asked. He looked at her hopefully, and then turned away and try to play it cool.

She decided to not be cool and let him know that she definitely wanted another date. “I was hoping you would ask me out again. Of course I’ll go,” she said.

Her response seemed to have the effect on his confidence she wanted, because he smiled broadly and stepped closer to her.

“So maybe you’d go out with me the week after that, too?” he asked.

“Maybe even the week after that,” she said as she tilted her head up and leaned just a tad closer to him. She hoped he picked up her not-too-subtle hint.

He put one hand on her shoulder, and the other around her waist and pulled her close. Diana’s heart started pounding. His arms were stronger than she’d imagined, and he seemed entirely less shy. He’d changed from cute to practically movie star sexy. She had to stop herself from squealing with delight. It was happening. It had happened to nearly all of her friends, but it was finally happening to her.

He lowered his mouth to hers, and she closed her eyes. Then, she felt his soft, sweet lips against hers. He didn’t scare her by being too aggressive, but she definitely felt like they both wanted to try it again and again. It was perfect.

He pulled away, and looked into her eyes. He was smiling.

“So you’re my girlfriend now, right?” he said.

“Right,” she answered. He smile broadened even more.

“See you at school tomorrow, then,” he said as he stumbled away.

“Okay,” she said instantly wishing she’d thought of something cooler to say, but then she realized he didn’t mind.

He was practically skipping back to his car. She turned to let herself into her house, and then looked back and saw him wave good bye. She waved at him, closed the door, and then ran upstairs to call her best friend.

]]>http://lovestoriesandromance.com/cute-love-stories/feed/1“Sexy First Kiss” (Part 2)http://lovestoriesandromance.com/sexy-first-kiss-part-2/
http://lovestoriesandromance.com/sexy-first-kiss-part-2/#commentsMon, 15 Jul 2013 13:14:46 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=289This is the conclusion to Violet and Charle’s first kiss. You can read part one here. * * * “There’s this,” he said as he released one of her hands and used it to gently brush the hair from her face. Then, he kissed her. The kiss surprised Violet, but his strong yet tender lips […]

]]>This is the conclusion to Violet and Charle’s first kiss. You can read part one here.

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“There’s this,” he said as he released one of her hands and used it to gently brush the hair from her face. Then, he kissed her.

The kiss surprised Violet, but his strong yet tender lips were impossible to resist. She felt herself opening her lips to allow him in. His kiss became more impassioned, and she couldn’t help but follow. She found herself against the wall of the elevator with her body pressed up against his. She tingled all over. The kiss ended, but he didn’t let go of her.

“I’ve been aching to do that for months,” Charles said. His voice was husky and low.

“You’ve been an asshole for months,” Violet said, but her voice lacked the venom she’d hoped for. She had been completely distracted by his kiss, and it was taking all of her will for her knees not to shake. His arms felt so good around her, and his lips felt like fire. She burned for more.

“I’ve been forbidden by company policy to touch you for months. I was up for that job at KT&G,” he replied.

She couldn’t help but smile. So this was why he hadn’t let her work on any projects.

]]>When Carol buys the perfect red dress for the company Christmas party, it goes more wrong than right–at first. Find out what happens when holiday magic starts to work its charm in this short Christmas love story.

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“Did you ever think it’s because I’m in love with you?” Mike yelled.

Carol’s train of thought derailed. All of his complaints about her co-worker asking her out to lunch took on a new light. His insistence that she had to ride home with him morphed from a chauvinistic implication that she wasn’t savvy enough to take the bus at night into something different–something almost chivalrous. And then there was this fight. No, there was no excuse for the way he made her feel back at the party.

“You hate the way I’m dressed and made me feel horrible at our company Christmas party, because you’re allegedly are in love with me?” she spat back.

“I’m sorry about making you feel terrible in there. I wanted tonight to go so much better. It’s just you in that dress…” his voice trailed off.

“What!” She said as she looked down at her dress. She thought the dress was perfect when she saw it in the store. It was the right combination of classy Christmas outfit with a little sexy thrown in, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she just looked trashy or ridiculous. “What about my dress, which by the way I saved for two whole months to buy?” Her voice was still angry, but now it was tinged with sadness.

Mike’s hands fisted at his sides. He couldn’t even look at her when he answered. “Every man out there can’t stop staring at you in that dress, and it’s killing me.”

Carol smiled for the first time all night, but she still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. “You seem to be able to resist looking at me pretty easily,” she said.

“It’s not that easy,” he said turning his hungry gaze at her. “It’s just if I look at you too long,” he continued as he stepped closer, “I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from doing this.”

In one swift motion, his arm encircled her waist as his other hand cupped the back of her neck, and he kissed her. His kiss was passionate and relentless. It took her breath away. After she was thoroughly kissed, he pulled his lips away from hers and stared into her eyes. He didn’t release her from his embrace though.

She knew he was waiting to hear what she had to say. For a moment, she was speechless, but then she smiled, and said, “I think this just became my favorite dress.”

“I think it’s time to take you home and take it off,” he said as he led her to his car. “But, don’t worry, you can wear it when we go out on New Year’s Eve.”

Carol smiled as they walked to the car. She’d always been on Santa’s nice list, but this year, thanks to the dress, she had a shot at being naughty.

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http://lovestoriesandromance.com/short-romance-stories/#commentsMon, 17 Jun 2013 10:09:09 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=230There’s nothing like a first kiss! Enjoy these two short romance stories about just that. The first is a little sexy and the other is sweet. A Sexy First Kiss “That’s it. I quit!” she said and stormed out of his office. Violet’s patience had finally hit its limit. He’d passed her over for yet […]

]]>There’s nothing like a first kiss! Enjoy these two short romance stories about just that. The first is a little sexy and the other is sweet.

A Sexy First Kiss

“That’s it. I quit!” she said and stormed out of his office. Violet’s patience had finally hit its limit. He’d passed her over for yet another project. Without breaking stride she pulled out her phone and texted her recruiter: Tell them I’ll take it. She exhaled and smiled to herself. She was free of this place and that damn Charles Leehay. Being hot and brilliant didn’t give someone an excuse to be a jerk.

“Violet, wait!” she heard him call out, but she ignored him and continued down the hallway toward the elevator. Upon reaching the elevator, she mashed the button and impatiently waited. Her text alert sounded. It was her recruiter: Congrats on your new job, Violet. They are thrilled to have you. Violet smiled. Finally, a boss that would appreciate her. Nothing had been the same at her office since that man had arrived.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Violet stepped in. She began to text a thank you message to her recruiter when a hand stopped the elevator doors from closing.

“Violet!” she heard him call out.

“No need to shout. It’s all settled,” she said back, but she wasn’t even angry anymore. She was so out of this place. Charles pushed his way into the elevator.

“Settled?” he asked. His breathing was heavy. She wondered if he’d had to run to follow her. The thought made her smile, although she didn’t want to admit to herself why it had.

“Just got a text from my recruiter. KT&G is ‘thrilled’ to have me,” she told him.

“So that’s it? You no longer work for this company in any capacity?” he asked.

“Not in any way, shape or form,” she gloated.

“Then there’s just one more thing,” he said as he hit the stop button on the elevator.

“No, there isn’t,” Violet snapped. She pushed him aside to get closer to the elevator buttons to restart the elevator, but he grabbed her hands. His touch was firm, but not too aggressive. She looked up at him. There was something about the way his eyes were fixed on hers that she couldn’t turn away.

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http://lovestoriesandromance.com/passionate-love-stories/#commentsTue, 04 Jun 2013 16:40:20 +0000http://lovestoriesandromance.com/?p=213Warning: These stories have BDSM themes and sexual content. They are not intended for readers under 18. Find out about a woman’s first time submitting, how a boss gets his boardroom tiger to be his little sex kitten, and experience a moment of rope bound ecstasy in these three, short passionate love stories all entitled, […]

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Find out about a woman’s first time submitting, how a boss gets his boardroom tiger to be his little sex kitten, and experience a moment of rope bound ecstasy in these three, short passionate love stories all entitled, “Yes, Sir.”

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She assumed the position that he told her to practice. Kneeled on the floor with her legs spread, palms on her thighs, back straight, chest out, and eyes down, she waited for his command. She felt frightened, worried, and excited. Would he use the crop? Would he tie her down? Would she be able to obey?

“Are you ready for me, Carrie?” His deep baritone voice broke the silence of the room. She could feel the heat of his body as he stood behind her. Just hearing his voice and feeling his presence made her body ache with need. She’d never felt more alive.

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

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From the moment he met her, he knew he could uncover her buried desires. She ruled the boardroom with her brilliance and drive, but the passion that burned so brightly in the business world would burn even hotter in his bedroom. His doorbell rang, and he could hear his housekeeper let her in and lead her into his private office. He waited a moment for her to settle in and to give her time to wonder why she had been called to meet him on the weekend. She probably thought it was about the new account. He smiled to himself knowing that she was in for a big shock.

He opened the door. She turned and saw him. He could see the surprise and excitement in her eyes as she stared at him. He was shirtless and wore his tight, ripped jeans. He watched as her her eyes traveled from his face to his bare chest and further down to the undone top button of his pants. She probably had no idea that she just licked her lips at the sight of him.

Just as he suspected she tried to hide the fact that she was turned on underneath the subterfuge of outrage, but to no avail. He let her raise her voice and stomp her feet, but as she spoke he kept silent and slowly inched closer to her. She’d stood up as if she would leave, but she never got around to moving toward the door. As he moved closer, her words turned fewer until finally he was within an inch of her. She stood silent and looked up at him. Her brown eyes dilated and her lids were at half mast. He pulled her up against him so she could feel every inch of his body and his desire, and then he kissed her hard. Her body melted into his, and he felt her surrender to him. He tore his mouth away from hers and looked down at her. She moaned with desire. Every part of her begged for more.

“Tonight, you’re following orders instead of giving them,” he told her sternly.

Her words came out in a breathy gasp, “Yes, sir.”

* * * *

She bucked against the ropes. It was too intense. The way he mercilessly pumped in and out of her as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She needed to pull away and take a moment to breathe, but she was tied down. There was no way to escape this onslaught of pleasure.

“That’s it. Take it, baby,” he coaxed.

“I can’t. I can’t,” she screamed.

“You will, and you can,” he ordered as he pushed her right to the edge of a cliff that she never knew she could climb. “Come for me,” he demanded and she felt herself pushed over the cliff.

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Laura forced yourself to cross the room. She’d come to the party to see Justin, and dammit she was going to say hello. As she walked over to see him, Laura noticed that a couple of guys at the party were staring at her. Men never stared at her. The dress and makeup must’ve been working. One guy even smiled, and Laura smiled back at him. He was pretty cute. He even looked like he wanted to come over to talk to her, and Laura found yourself relieved that she would it look like a loser that no one wanted to talk to.

“Laura!” She heard a voice call from the corner of the room. She turned to see Justin walking quickly over to her side. “I’m so glad you made it,” he said as he placed his hand territorially on her lower back. She thought she even saw him glare as the other guy that was coming over to talk to her. Justin’s competition immediately stood down.

“Congratulations on your new place,” Laura said.

“Let me give you the tour,” Justin offered.

“Sounds great,” Hannah butted in. Laura had no idea where Hannah had come from, but the bitch snake her arm around Justin’s arm and had just invited herself on what Laura had hoped was a private tour of Justin’s new condo. Laura almost felt like she should just leave the party, because there was no way had it was going to let her have any time alone with Justin, but Justin offered his arm to Laura with an apologetic look. She took his arm and gestured for him to lead the way.

After a brief tour of the condo where Hannah took every opportunity to hang all over Justin, Laura found herself alone in the kitchen fixing herself yet another vodka and cranberry. It was her 2nd drink and under an hour, and she was feeling pretty tipsy. She could hear Hannah laughing and whooping it up in the living room. Laura wondered if the cute guy who wanted to talk to her was still at the party. He wasn’t as cute as Justin was, but maybe Justin was just out of Laura’s league.

“Your friend is kind of fun,” Justin said. Laura turned around and found Justin standing right behind her. He was so close she could smell his aftershave. He smelled so damn good.

“She’s not really my friend,” Laura said.

“She’s not really fun,” Justin confessed jokingly.

Laura felt emboldened by his quasi-insult. She knew it was only a matter of time before Hannah burst in the kitchen and interrupted them. That girl had practically peter circle around Justin every single time Laura got anywhere near him.

“I’m just happy that I finally get a moment with you all to myself,” Laura said to Justin as she put her arms around his neck. He eagerly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

“God, Laura,” Justin stammered. “You look so great tonight. I mean, you look great all the time. It’s just I can’t believe I finally get to feel you in my arms. I threw this whole party just hoping to talk to you outside the diner, and you’re here in my kitchen.”

“Now that you have me. What are you going to do?” she teased. There was something about his obvious excitement that she was with him that made her feel sexy and bold. The two drinks didn’t hurt either.

Justin’s shy nature completely vanished at her bold question, and he leaned in and kissed her. The moment she felt his lips, she was hungry for more. She’d never thought she was a passionate woman, but his kiss felt so good. She parted her lips and encouraged him to kiss her more deeply. Her body had a mind of its own, and she found herself grinding against his hardness. She heard him groan, and it turned her on even more.

“What do we have here?” Hannah interrupted.

Justin’s gentlemanly nature instantly returned, and broke free from Laura and tried to act naturally. Hannah attempted to sidle up to Justin now that he was a little further from Laura, but Laura quickly stepped in her way.

“Sorry Hannah, he’s mine,” she said and then looked at Justin’s reaction. His smile was as wide as the Grand Canyon.

Laura whispered in his ear. “Yes. I’m all yours. Now take me some place where I can show you how much.”

Justin pressed his forehead to hers and stared at her hungrily. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re not dreaming,” Laura said.

“Thanks for coming to the party Hannah, you’ll have to excuse us,” Justin said without even turning to look at Hannah as he led Laura out of the kitchen toward the bedroom.

Laura looked back to see Hannah’s stunned face. Laura shot her a triumphant little smile. Hannah let out a huff and stormed out. Then, Laura turned back to Justin. She’d beat the bitch and got the guy. Life had never been better.